Zoe let a tear slip down in silence and, unable to contain the emotion, leaned in to embrace her. They stayed that way, holding each other, wrapped in the night breeze.

On the other side of the house, in Otto’s office, father and son sat in leather armchairs. The bottle of whiskey between them was merely decorative, since Arthur was no longer drinking.

Otto watched him in silence, a discreet smile on his face.

“So… she came back home,” Otto said, with a tone of hopeful surprise.

“She did,” Arth